Chapter 67
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 67
Chapter Title: Déjà Vu
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THUD!
A heavy roar echoed as stones and dirt exploded outward.
The spot where I'd been sitting just moments ago now had a crater several hundred kilos wide by eye... no, a good ton of meat slab had smashed into it.
"Gah, ptoo!"
I rolled across the ground, spitting out dirt.
Fuck, good thing I dodged fast.
Just brushing against that thing would probably crush bones to powder.
Look at that pit. That crater in the ground. This was a real flesh-and-blood tank.
It didn't stop.
Head still buried, it plowed the earth to brake hard, then whipped its massive body around toward me.
Its blood-red eyes locked onto me again.
And right behind me,
"......No."
was the sleeping tent I'd pitched all sweaty by myself,
and the precious pot of honey porridge bubbling away, shitty tasting or not.
If I dodged its charge again here,
and that stupid pig bastard smashed everything to bits?
No way my pride as a slave would allow that.
All my hard work ruined,
dinner skipped, sleeping on bare dirt. Fuck no.
So once more, hurl myself to the right.
"You fucking fatty pork belly bastard!"
I snatched a fist-sized rock from the ground and chucked it straight at its forehead.
Crack!
[ MISS! ]
It didn't dodge, but it popped up like zero damage.
No scratch even.
But aggro pulled for sure.
Hiss!
It spun back toward me, shaking its head and glaring. Yeah, over here.
"Hah, fuck... that rock would've given a man a concussion."
Problem was, not a man—way bigger magic beast bastard.
Slowly backpedaling, putting distance between me and camp.
Luckily, magic beast or not, big-headed beast was the same—slowly lumbered toward me.
Then,
GRRRRAAAH!
Fierce charge again.
Ground shook, big and small branches snapped off its shoulders.
'Come on.'
I swallowed, timing it.
Never seen bullfighting live in my past life.
Just TV with red cape guys, but principle's simple.
Dodge at impact.
Whoosh!
Twisted past the yellow fangs rushing at my face, threw myself sideways.
Third ground roll already.
"Ugh......!"
Dodged, but side burned.
Just grazed by a molar, flesh scraped off dangling.
Side meat, no bone—lucky break.
All 'cause I dodged minimal distance. Why?
'Cause fuck, keep dodging forever and I'm dead?
Eye for eye, tooth for tooth, side for side.
While its head was still turned my way,
I drew dagger, spun for momentum, slammed full force into its hide.
Squelch! No,
Clang!
......Huh?
Cheerful metal ring.
Twinge climbed wrist to shoulder.
"Gah... fuck......"
Screamed rolling back.
Dagger in hand: hilt only, blade snapped clean off.
This make sense?
Cheap scrap dagger or not, still metal?
Shoved into torso, metal breaks?
[Sword strikes without Aura barely scratch.]
Damn old man. Not exaggeration—straight facts.
"Snort......"
It turned back.
No damage, sure enough.
No pain face, nostrils flaring leisurely.
"Ah...... fucking world. Bullshit Aura supremacy."
Agh, blood pressure. Headache-level pissed.
Already exhausted body now scraped and throbbing.
It immune to my physical attacks—like a main battle tank.
This goes on, no bullfighter—roadkill fawn under truck.
Weapon broken.
Then.....
Grr, GRRRRAAAHHH!!
For now,
emergency.
THUD!
As it kicked off, I stomped ground hard too.
Not sideways roll—upward.
That split second airborne,
BOOMMM!!!
Massive explosion,
its head smashed front-on into towering tree behind me.
I dropped right onto thick nape with my ass.
Snap-crunch, thick trunk swayed,
hard boar's jutting molars pierced bark deep.
While it staggered from head-slam shock,
shlick.
Peeled leather sheath, silver blade gleamed.
That short sword I'd planned to ditch soon as forest.
Before burying,
emergency—bury in this bastard's skull first.
"Die!!"
Gripped reverse, slammed into its blood-red right eyeball.
Squish!
Good.
Eyeballs same as human.
Blade tore membrane easy, plunged deep.
SKREEEEEE!!!
It shrieked, rampaged wildly.
My ass and body bucked with it. Bull show to rodeo.
"Whoa, stop bucking! Fuck!!"
Clung desperate not to fly off.
Left hand grabbed giant molar stuck in tree, yanked free.
"Hah, hiss, whoo...... yeah. Even humans don't die from one popped eye."
Trembling right hand tensed, yanked shortsword from eyeball rough.
Splurt!
Blood and mangled eyeball chunks sprayed my face.
Whatever,
"Other side!"
Before more frenzy, lunged at left eye again.
Harder, full power.
Splurch!
Deeper this time.
Both eyes gone, it went even more berserk.
This bulk thrashing like mad—shoulders, elbows near dislocation,
but let go and I'd splat ground into meat pancake.
"Ugh... kgh...... agh!"
Now both hands desperate on molars.
How long hold?
Plunged hilt-deep, brain-piercing force.
Felt hard bone shatter clear.
Yet still resisting fierce, twisting body.
Why no reach? Blade too short?
Or skull thick like hide?
Constant wild bucks shook head, dizzy.
Drag time, grip fails first. Then I die.
One way left.
Blade no reach, stab longer.
"......Fine, fuck. Let's see who wins."
Yanked shortsword from left eye, clenched in teeth.
More power left molar hand. Right spread wide.
Fingers spear-tip,
aimed empty bleeding socket.
Leaned weight,
"URRRRGGGHHH!!!"
Shoved arm shoulder-deep into socket.
Crunch, crackle!
Squishy hot wrapped hand.
Sticky blood blobs sprayed, bumpy bone touched fingertips.
"Guh...... grrrk......!"
Shriek faded, weird gargle rose.
No stop, shoved deeper inward.
Grind, grrind.
Smashed bone shards scraped forearm screaming.
Like shoving hand in ham full thick glass shards.
"Hnnngh......!"
Nails flipped, back flesh tore rag-like—vivid feel.
Ignoring, bit hilt bridle-tight,
body weight crushed, forced deeper.
Hand cripple or whole body under meat slab? Clear choice.
Swallowed groan teeth-clenched, deeper.
Til shoulder jammed socket tight.
Then,
squelch.
Hard sharp bone gone,
instant hot lukewarm wrapped fingertips.
Like boiled silken tofu, warm butter.
Or midsummer sun-rotted persimmon mush.
"......Tch."
This pork cutlet bastard's central control. Probably.
Heard it.
Living brains soft jelly-like.
So, hit.
Spit shortsword hilt.
"Pah... haa... now die already. Tired......"
No hesitate, curled fingers hook, gripped soft tissue.
Then, full squeeze.
Splat!
Mush burst in fist.
"Guh...... gk...... hng......"
Writhing bulk stiffened rigid.
Soon,
THUD!
Four legs buckled, crashed ground.
Massive weight vibration hit ass full.
"......Hoo, hoo."
Quiet. Only my ragged breaths filled silence.
Straddled back, stared blankly sky.
Done.
Trembling left grabbed opposite forearm,
slowly pulled right arm from deep skull.
Schlorp, pop.
Vacuum release gross sound, arm free.
"Ugh......"
Spectacle.
Nails all peeled back,
back and forearm flesh shredded to white bone.
Mixed boar brains, mystery yellow goo—
less human hand, more rotten meat scrap.
Sting and pain crashed late like waves.
"Agh, fuck...... stings."
Winced, wiped roughly on clothes.
Less wipe, shake off chunks—my flesh or its junk.
First, rinse with canteen water at camp.
After...... nothing much, so trust it.
No one but.
My weird body.
.....
"Waaah... Daddyyy!!"
As expected, chaos.
Baekrin bolted seeing me, Kain holding Noy.
Kid wailing lunging at me,
Baekrin barely grabbed arm stopping her, face ashen.
"What...... the......"
Baekrin stared mangled right arm, words failed.
I forced calm face, shrugged throbbing shoulder.
"You came. Late."
"......"
"Did all as said. Tent up, food boiling......"
Nodded at distant meat mountain corpse.
"Some wild boar charged, so took it down."
Old man's jaw dropped.
"That...... you killed? Mid-level magic beast, solo?"
"Fuck, who else in this backwater?"
"How the......"
Kain gawked boar corpse, my shredded arm alternating.
Baekrin ignored epic tale.
"Disinfect."
Dead serious, handed Noy to Kain, strode forward.
"Ah, uh... rinsed with water already......"
"......More. Can't rot."
Baekrin pulled small glass vial from bosom.
Uncorked, nose-sting booze reek.
Not potion,
cheap rotgut mixed herbs—crude disinfectant.
"Wait, slow not just dump...... GYAHH!!"
No chance stop, she poured gallons on arm.
Sizzle!
"GYAAAAH! Hey! You psycho bitch!"
Already stinging, now fire-poured agony.
Patient flailing screaming, Baekrin gripped arm iron.
"Hold still."
"Grrrk.... fuuuu... uck.... kgh......!"
Shook out last drops, tossed vial.
Rummaged pack, pulled something.
"......?"
Familiar. Seen before.
Silver needle, black thread.
"Hey, hey. Wait."
Ass-scooted back horrified.
"Not that. Anything but."
"Stitch. Bone showing."
"No, fine! Totally fine!"
Baekrin ignored, threaded needle.
First met her,
scorpion room hack emergency treatment day.
That shitty memory crawled up.
"Eek!"
Screamed like girl pre-rape, flailed hands.
"Healing! Swear healing!"
"......"
"Told you! My body! Bleeding stopped ages, wounds shrinking!"
True. Not kid lying dentist fear.
Clearly, shredded flesh knitting decent.
Self-heal. Working. So...
"I... dunno exact speed, but wake up tomorrow good as new vibe!
So please! That monster away! Please?!"
Begged desperate earnest.
Raw flesh sewing feel—survivors only know.
Baekrin paused needle hand, eyed fucked arm close.
"......"
Eyes narrowed.
.....Pleading worked?
Please skip. I'll behave.
Cook good, laundry good, night work harder.....
"......Then."
Baekrin spoke.
"Stitch faster heal."
"......Huh?"
"One."
Stab!
"Two-three."
"GYAAAAAAAAAHHHH!!!!"
Ahh, déjà vu.
Again this fast, rag-mend schwick-schwick.
Why 'one' then instant stab?
No count then.
Variant bullshit? You fucking Rinea.
"Hurts! Hurts! Gentle you bitch!!"
"Dick-haver, wimp."
Schick, schick.
Needle danced her fingers.
Dancing in moonlight.
Slave work overtime mad frenzy show.
My screams scattered night sky, Noy bawling.
Kid ears blocked by Kain old man.
One-arm, only one side though...
"Grrrk... kgh......"
"No permission, don't get hurt."
"I... kgh, didn't... on pur... pose... you damn...... Rinea......"
Ah,
yeah. No more hurt.
Pains bad, worse pained.